"Dong dong!"
Su Sheng stretched out his hand and knocked on the door. Seeing no response inside, he continued knocking, believing that eventually, someone couldn't bear it any longer.
"Who is it!"
Zijun, annoyed by the disturbance, finally responded.
"It's me, Iceberg. Open the door and come out to eat."
Su Sheng was hungry too. After being busy all day, he had only had a bowl of noodles in the morning, and he believed Iceberg's wife felt the same; not being hungry would be the real shock.
"If you won't open the door, then I'll shout it out loud. Su Sheng's wife is a CEO."
"You scoundrel!"
Zijun leaned on the vanity, truly out of options with this man. The root of the problem between them lay in their marriage, but no matter what she did, she couldn't escape it.
Click—she finally opened the door, wanting to be straightforward and have a talk with this man.
But unexpectedly, as soon as Su Sheng spoke, he infuriated her again.
